The fat girl who cares about health
The weird feeling of being a fat girl who cares about improving public health
The weird feeling of being a fat girl who cares about improving public health
I’ve lost a lot of weight recently. Almost 40kg this year. It’s one of the common side effects of having most of your stomach removed, and is, after all, the reason I did it. Actually, that’s not quite true. The main reason I chose to have a gastric sleeve was to become healthier – that … Read more
I love the way the curve of my hips allows me to perch my arms authoritatively. I love the soft skin on my wrists that I rub to soothe me when I’m anxious. I love the strength in my bum and thighs that helps me lift heavy things at the gym. I love the shape … Read more
Do what makes you happy. It’s simple advice. I’ve given it. I’ve been given it. It can also be crap advice. What do you do when your brain is giving you two, entirely conflicting, paths to happiness? On Sunday, I spent all day with friends and drank far too much wine. I rarely drink these … Read more
The list of diagnoses I have received in the ten years that mental illness has been a feature of my life is stupidly long.
I am obese. All my politics tells me I should love the body positivity movement, but it makes me uncomfortable.